This year, my New Year’s resolution was simple...
Lucky you, huh?
Unfortunately, I’m getting a late start. In fact, I’m forcing myself to write this post as a way to get my juices flowing here.
have no real excuse for my current case of writer’s block. Things are
fine right now. Things are quiet. You would think that this would be the
perfect time for creativity to step in, but it’s quite the opposite. I
seem to write more when there is drama, strife... or, at least,
SOMETHING going on in my life.
Know what’s going on?
that’s not entirely true. Aside from the holidays, a LOT has happened
in the last few weeks and most of it relates to my day job.
As of January 1, I took a new position at work.
Oh, who the fuck am I kidding?
I was demoted.
Demoted. (Noun): “To reduce in grade, rank, or status.”
one is calling it a demotion, but that’s what it is. I was given a job
with less power, less responsibility and less pay... a LOT less pay.
here’s the interesting thing about my change in employment status... If
y’all have followed my blog long enough or know me, personally, you
know that I HATED my previous position. My new position is far less
stressful and better for my overall well-being, but the demotion still
I ASKED for this demotion, in the sense that I was TOLD to take this
demotion, knowing that if I didn’t go along with it, there were people
that would make my life even more miserable than it already was.
I don’t want to be vague here, but I sort of have to. My employer has a
ridiculous social media policy that prevents me from even mentioning
where I work. Actually, I CAN mention where I work, but then they have
control over what I say. Therefore, I never speak the name of my
employer because, like putting baby in the corner... NO ONE censors The
The thing is, I LOVE my new position. I basically sit at a desk all day, listening to jazz (I’ve really been into jazz lately), and review paperwork.
That’s it. That’s all.
my previous position, I’m not fighting with people, I’m not listening
to sob stories, I’m not getting yelled at, I’m not dealing with
personality disorders. In fact, 99% of my interactions are with
professionals, devoid of any emotion, which is a 180 degree turn from
what I had to deal with before.
My professional life has never been so peaceful.
My brain has never been so stress-free.
I guess you could say that it is bittersweet.
I enjoy my new position, the cut in pay sucks. Also, I was the best
Seriously. I’m not saying that I was perfect or did everything
right, but I had a knack for getting my job done. Unfortunately, too
many people thought that they should be involved in my job and the
decision making process... too many people (most of whom have the mental
capacity of a teenager) thought they could do my job better than me,
which made my life miserable.
As my grandpa would say, there were “too many chiefs and not enough Indians.”
If it weren’t for all the bullshit, it would’ve been easier.
disappointed that it didn’t work out and, although there is a part of
me that is going to take pleasure in watching my employers realize that
they made a terrible mistake, it is going to eat me up to watch as the
people I served begin to suffer.
Oh come on Six, everyone is replaceable.
and, eventually, it will all work out... but in their haste, they
failed to replace me. So, for now, no one is doing my old job.
Now THAT is funny.
I’m just gonna bask in that thought for a little while...